Last year, around this time, it was a struggle to get out of bed in the morning, and it got to the point that I just couldn't bring myself to. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. I was mean and bitter to everyone around me. I shut myself up in my room, and hardly came out. I was hurting so bad. It was hard to even breathe. I was just a pitiful
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